Adam's Gardening Service Ch. 03

Ava let out a growl of frustration, a mad glint in her eyes. Picking up her vibrator, she plunged it back into her dripping cunt, consumed by the thought of Adam Keller splitting her open and filling her with his cum.

***

At about that same moment, unaware that Ava's dildo had become a proxy for his cock, Adam was pulling up at an apartment block on Selby Avenue, Westwood. Melanie, his girlfriend, was standing out the front with her friend, Sarah.

Sarah was Melanie's closest friend and Adam had met her many times before, but he found himself looking at her with newfound appreciation. Sarah had long, flaming red hair that she had pulled back into a high ponytail on this particular afternoon. She wasn't thin and athletic like Melanie was, but she was fit and the little bit of extra padding that she had only served to emphasise her curves.

Sarah was, Adam thought as he pulled up next to the girls, a complete babe.

Adam shook his head as soon as the thought ran through his brain. What the fuck was wrong with him? First he had been seduced by Ava; now he was lusting after his girlfriend's best friend. He needed to get a grip.

"Hey babe," Melanie said, grinning as she gave him a kiss.

"Hey," Adam said, his smile a little crooked as he tried to reconcile the genuine love he felt for his girlfriend with his actions over the last two days.

"Hey Adam," Sarah chimed in. "Thanks so much for helping with this. Connor's just being a fucking asshole about the whole thing. I hoped I'd be able to stay until Christmas break, but it's just not gonna work."

"Yeah, no problem. Anything to help out a friend of Mel's. What needs doing?"

"Aw you're sweet," said Sarah. "There's not much. Just a few suitcases up in the apartment, but they were too heavy for us by the time we'd crammed everything in."

Adam nodded and followed the girls to the elevator.

There were four suitcases in the apartment in total, each of which felt like it had been filled with lead weights. Adam was glad he'd been working on his farmer's walk at the gym when he picked up the first two, one in each hand. As he adjusted his grip, the sinewy muscles of his arms tensed and his veins bulged. He heard a small gasp behind him, but when he looked back Sarah was busy texting on her cellphone.

After he'd delivered those suitcases to Sarah's car, he returned to take the final two. This time, he faced Sarah as he picked up the cases in each hand, his shoulders heaving out of his tank top. Sarah's eyes unmistakably darted over to look at him as she sucked her lower lip very slightly into her mouth. Was she checking him out?

"Everything okay?" Adam asked Sarah, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah, fine," Sarah replied, blushing slightly as if she'd been caught doing something she shouldn't. She went back to texting on her phone. "Just... uh... telling Connor that I'll be gone soon and then I'll lock up behind you."

"Okay, great. See you down at the car."

Adam shuffled out of the apartment and into the elevator. Alone with his thoughts, he felt almost as confused as he had that morning when Melanie had called him and he still had the taste of Ava's pussy in his mouth. He'd always thought that Sarah was pretty, but he'd never let his thoughts go further than that. He couldn't help but think that the last few days had opened his eyes to new and exciting possibilities.

A vision of Sarah on her knees, bobbing her head back and forth while he held onto her high ponytail, popped unprompted into Adam's head. She looked almost like Sophie Turner, he thought, a sultry Sansa Stark with her mouth distended by his cock. He leant back against the smooth, cold wall of the elevator and closed his eyes, letting out a frustrated sigh as he imagined the feeling of Sarah's hollow cheeks around him and the way she would gag as he pulled down roughly on her ponytail.

Adam rubbed a hand across the rapidly expanding bulge in his jeans. He hadn't realized how blue his balls were until now. Sure, Ava had guzzled down one of his loads yesterday and Melanie had wasted a second in the shower, but none of that had scratched the itch of the last couple of days. He was beyond stimulated. His cock could cut diamond. It could also split Sarah in half.

The elevator dinged as the doors opened, and Adam shook his head, both guiltily and reluctantly. He flipped his hardon up into his waistband, pulled his shirt over it, picked up the suitcases and trapsed over to the car where Melanie was waiting.

"Hey Mr Muscles," she said with a wide grin. "Thanks again for helping with this. I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend."

Adam couldn't help but smile back as if he hadn't just been imagining his girlfriend's best friend choking on him only a minute earlier. He lugged each of the cases into the trunk and slammed it shut. When he turned around, he found Melanie standing right behind him and she put her arms around his shoulders. He could see genuine affection in her eyes as she looked up at him.

"I'm serious. What did I do to deserve a guy as generous as you?"

Melanie nuzzled into Adam's chest. He instinctively placed his hands on her waist, which had the added benefit of keeping her body from pressing against his crotch. He wasn't quite sure how he would explain being hard.

"Hmmm?" Melanie said, clearly wanting a response.

"Oh... I don't know... I'm not sure I'm that special," Adam said, looking down at his girlfriend.

"Well, I think you are."

Melanie stood up on her toes and pressed her lips against Adam's, gently at first and then more urgently. She pressed her tongue into his mouth and let it dance against his. Adam was taken aback. This wasn't just a thankful, girlfriend kiss; this was something more primal. One of Melanie's hands squeezed his neck and shoulder, trying to draw him deeper into her. He wasn't sure what had gotten into his girlfriend, but Adam liked it. Maybe he should help her friends more often.

"Oh gross, you two!" came a sudden voice. Adam and Melanie broke their kiss and looked over to see Sarah coming out of the apartment lobby and walking over to the car.

"Seriously, I'm all heartbroken here. Do you really need to suck face like that?"

Sarah's tone was playful and sarcastic, though Adam thought he could hear an edge of actual irritation. Or was it jealousy?

"Fuck you, bitch," said Melanie, laughing and flipping a finger at Sarah. "I'll kiss my boyfriend whenever I like."

Sarah rolled her eyes in response.

"Okay, okay, just let's get in the car and get out of here," Adam intervened. As he spoke, he realized he didn't know where they were going once they were all in the car. "Actually, where are we taking you, Sarah?"

Sarah looked at Adam and then at Melanie with a quizzical look on her face.

"You didn't tell him?" she asked.

"Oh, I guess I must have forgotten, oops," said Melanie, looking at Adam with a grimace, her hands open in an apologetic gesture. "I'm sorry, babe. I told Sarah she could crash at ours for a while. That's okay, right?"

Adam's eyes darted wildly between the two women standing in front of him, one who had had his cock in her mouth the previous day and the other who he'd imagined with his cock in her mouth the previous minute.

Melanie had a nervous expression on her face. Adam should be furious. It was totally unreasonable for Melanie to have made the offer without asking him first. But, he didn't feel like he was in a position to take the moral high ground at the moment, even if Melanie didn't know that.

"Uh... yeah, sure, no problem," he said finally, if a little hollowly.

"It'll be fun to have her around anyway!" Melanie declared, beaming now that her boyfriend had given his approval. She put her arm around Sarah and squeezed her shoulder. "We'll look after you."

The two girls walked around the side of the car, their hips sashaying in unison.

It'll be fun to have Sarah's ass around more like it, Adam thought silently as he watched them from behind, hating himself just a little bit more.

With that, the four of them packed into the car -- Adam, his girlfriend, his girlfriend's best friend, and the strong feeling of confusion, frustration, and arousal that was now following Adam wherever he went.

***

Once Adam had carried Sarah's suitcases upstairs to their apartment, he changed into his sweatpants and threw himself down onto the couch while Melanie settled Sarah into the spare room. Flicking on the TV and his PS5, Adam booted up God of War: Ragnarok and got to taking his frustrations out on ogres and draugr.

This is what he needed, he thought. A comforting, violent distraction from the many women in his life who suddenly seemed intent on luring him off the narrow, faithful he'd always managed to stick to.

After about an hour and a litany of dead elves, Melanie emerged from the spare room and joined Adam on the couch.

"How's she doing?" Adam asked in a monotone, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"I don't know. I think she's going to have a nap. She says she's fine, but she seems pretty burnt by the whole thing. Bit of a rollercoaster of a day, I guess."

"Mmmm," Adam said as he unknowingly weaved and bobbed his head in synch with the directions that he was punching into the controller. He carried on playing as he and Melanie sat in silence for a couple of minutes.

Just as he was about to start a boss battle, Adam felt something pressing into his thigh. He glanced down to see Melanie's foot nestling into his crotch, but his attention was immediately drawn back to the game as he avoided a near-miss.

Melanie's foot gradually edged higher until Adam felt her toes brushing exploratively against his soft shaft. It twitched automatically in response and, as if confident she was now in the right spot, Melanie curled her toes under his member, lifting it up in his pant leg and rubbing back and forth on the underside.

Adam glanced down again, longer this time, and then over at Melanie. She had a mischievous grin on her face. He paused the game.

"What's this all about?" he asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. It was distinctly unlike Melanie to initiate contact like this, let alone to do it two days in a row, and especially with her best friend in the apartment.

"Oh, I don't know," she said, removing her foot from Adam's lap and rearranging herself to lie on her stomach with her head up next to Adam. "Just grateful to have such a great boyfriend, I guess."

There was a hunger in Melanie's eyes, and it was a hunger he recognized. It was the same wild expression he'd seen in Ava's eyes as she had devoured his cock yesterday, the same gleam his eyes had taken on when he had bent Ava over her kitchen bench that morning.

What the fuck is going on? Adam thought.

His train of thought was quickly interrupted by Melanie's hand reaching out to cup the now impressive bulge in his sweatpants. She held the gray fabric tight against his cock, outlining its length as she traced the tip of her finger on her other hand along the shaft.

Reluctantly, Adam took Melanie's wrists and pulled her hands off him. He gestured wide-eyed to the door to the spare room, which was only six feet or so away from them.

"She's probably asleep already," breathed Melanie, her eyes fixated on the still-outlined and now-throbbing bulge in Adam's sweatpants. Her hand moved swiftly back over to his lap and she wrapped her small fingers around the object of her attention.

Adam let out a sigh. Just as the blood was rushing to his cock, all his earlier frustrations were rushing back to his head. This time, however, they were accompanied by a wave of guilt. Here was his girlfriend worshipping his cock because she was grateful to have a boyfriend who had had oral sex twice with an older woman in as many days. Fuck, what a joke.

With that guilt still in mind, Adam picked up Melanie's hand for the second time and moved it from his lap. Her expression changed to disappointment and she pouted as Adam pushed away her advances. But, her disappointed quickly melted away as Adam leaned in and kissed her deeply.

"I think I'm the lucky one," he said as he broke the kiss. "And, anyway, I think I'm the one who owes you after yesterday."

The double meaning in those words weren't apparent to Melanie. She thought he was referring to the fact that she had gone down on him in the shower yesterday without any reciprocation. She didn't know that he also needed to make it up to her for one of his older, sexy clients going down on him by the pool earlier the same day.

Adam shifted forward, kissing Melanie again, determined to seize the moment to reignite their relationship and to put the events of the last few days behind him. Melanie curled backwards like a cat, ending up somehow on her back again, with Adam hovering over her.

"You sure?" he asked skeptically, nodding his head again toward the door to the spare room.

Melanie hesitated for a moment and then nodded, the hunger in her eyes more obvious than before.

Adam kissed Melanie again, his hand sliding underneath her top and gently caressing her pale, smooth skin. Ava was hot, but she couldn't compete with Melanie when it came to his girlfriend's flawless skin. Youth might come with inexperience, but it had other advantages.

Melanie wrapped her legs around Adam's waist and pulled him against her, grinding her mound against his cock through the fabric of her jeans and his sweatpants. Adam broke their kiss and burrowed his face into Melanie's neck and the crook of her shoulder. He trailed impatient kisses over her collarbone and throat, across her jaw, and up to her ear, where he sucked briefly on her fleshy lobe.

A quiet whimper escaped Melanie's lips as Adam gently bit her earlobe, pulling on it playfully before making his way back down over her jaw and neck. Melanie reached down between Adam's legs, pushing her hand into his waistband, and grasping around until she found his cock, his heavily leaking pre-cum smearing against her palm.

"Uh-uh," Adam said, pulling Melanie's hand out of his sweatpants. He squeezed both of her small wrists together before wrapping one hand around them and pinning them above her head.

"I said that I'm the one who owes you."

Melanie moaned a little louder than she'd intended as she writhed under Adam, feeling his weight pressing down on her, her arms immobilized, and her pussy thrumming for attention. She loved this feeling of powerlessness.

Adam sat atop Melanie and admired his girlfriend's petite frame. Sure, she wasn't curvy the way Ava and Sarah were, but she was toned and taut, despite her waif-like frame. Her nipples were clearly visible through her bra and thin, strappy top, so Adam bent down and dragged his teeth across the protruding nub.

"Oh fuck, yessss," Melanie hissed, her teeth clenched. She was trying to be quiet, aware that Sarah was only a few feet away, but she barely cared. Nothing had turned her on more than the way Adam had gone out of his way for her and her friend today, and she wanted him.

Adam began to kiss down Melanie's tummy, trailing butterfly kisses across her sensitive skin, as his free hand unsnapped the top button of her jeans.

"You need this, huh?" he muttered between kisses, his breath hot against Melanie's stomach.

Melanie nodded shakily as she felt Adam's hand push into her jeans and her panties, the blunt tip of his fingers parting her labia and compressing her folds.

"I said, you need this, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, please," Melanie said obediently, lifting her hips off the bed and grinding them against Adam's hand.

"Yes, please, what?"

Melanie's cheeks were hot and rosy as she realized what Adam was getting at. He'd treated her like this once before after a particularly close water polo final where he'd scored the winning goal.

"Yes, please, sir."

Adam plunged his finger into Melanie's slit and briefly drew his finger across her clit, eliciting another louder-than-intended moan from his girlfriend. The close confines of her tight jeans held his hand in place and allowed Melanie to push her hips forward and hold Adam's finger against her sensitive spot.

"These need to go," Adam muttered, pulling his hand out of Melanie's jeans and yanking them down at the waistband. He skinned them off and tossed them aside, leaving Melanie in only her pink, lacey panties and thin, strappy top.

As Melanie looked up at Adam, she was struck by the angry fire in his eyes. He looked like a man possessed, kneeling there in between her splayed legs, his athletic V-shaped torso seemingly bigger and more intimidating from this angle.

Maybe I should call him 'Sir' more often, she pondered, biting her lip.

For his part, Adam was hungry. Hungry for pussy. It was as if his experience with Ava earlier in the day had unleashed a beast. He had almost forgotten how much he loved eating pussy, how much he craved the slightly bitter juices on his tongue, how much he revelled in a woman resonating in his hands as he clutched her ass and pressed her slit against his face.

Adam pulled down Melanie's panties, but he didn't even have time to get them fully off her legs before his needs overtook him. He leant forward and planted a kiss on Melanie's pubic mound, just above her slit, both teasingly and lovingly. He took a moment to breathe deeply through his nose, enjoying her musky scent.

Melanie's pussy was different to Ava's, more compact, less showy. Her outer lips almost completely covered her inner labia, with only the barest protrusion about halfway down. Even when she was this aroused, her inner lips were the palest pink, only discernible against the otherwise porcelain color of her vulva.

Adam spread Melanie's delicate folds with his thumbs, stretching them apart and exposing the tiny nub of her clit. It was impossibly small, but almost completely unhooded. He pressed forward and ever-so-briefly slid the tip of his tongue across it. The response from Melanie was immediate, her hips pressing up into the air, seeking more. He repeated the same movement several times more, just grazing her nerve endings.

"Please give be more," Melanie whimpered, one hand contorted against her leg and the other clumsily grasping the side of Adam's head. As if realizing her mistake, she added quickly, "Please give me more, sir."

Adam grinned, tempted to stretch out his torture further, but then reasoned he shouldn't say no when Melanie was being so compliant. Really, he should be rewarding her for calling him sir.

With his thumbs still pulling Melanie's labia apart, he moved in and inserted his tongue as deep as he could into her hole. Melanie didn't get wet the way that Ava did, but her pussy was clearly primed. Adam could feel her slickness and taste the juices that were being generated by some primal, ancient biology.

Adam wiggled his tongue around, enjoying exploring Melanie's tunnel. His nose rubbed against her pale lips, smearing her light juices onto his face, and occasionally bumping against her clit. Melanie groaned, her hand on the back of Adam's head now, scrunching some of his hair as she pushed him down into her darkness.

"Fuck, yes, Adam, that's it," she whispered, her eyes closed.

Adam withdrew his tongue and pressed it against Melanie's nub, drawing circles around it. After a minute or so, he sucked it between his lips, time, rhythmically tapping his tongue against it. All the while, he rocked his body back and forth, in turn rocking Melanie, giving her that sensation of movement, that urgency of motion.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum already," Melanie whimpered, her voice tight. She pressed down hard on Adam's head as if hoping to force him into her. Even amongst her jumbled thoughts, she had a moment of clarity and remembered just how close they were to Sarah in the spare room. But, rather than making her want to stop, the thought made Melanie even wetter.